My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 571

By now, there was nothing Isabella Austin didn’t understand.

That glass of water—apart from her and the bartender, only Emily Blair had touched it.

Which meant only one thing: Emily Blair had drugged herself.

Isabella straightened, looking down at Emily with cold pity. “Emily, you drugged your own drink and nearly got yourself assaulted. That’s not just ‘hurting yourself to hurt your enemy’—that’s destroying yourself just to take a swipe at someone else.”

“You know Andrew suspects I drugged you, but he didn’t investigate further. Why? Because he loves me. He cares about me—so he doesn’t want to know the truth.” Isabella gave a mocking laugh. “Face it, Emily. No matter how you scheme, you’re still no match for me.”

Emily met her gaze, her eyes clear and steady. “Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should worry about yourself.”

Isabella’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean? What did you do?”

Emily offered a half-smile. “The future’s a long road. You’ll find out soon enough.”

As she left, Isabella muttered under her breath, “Such a pretender.”

The door slammed behind her with a thunderous bang.

Seconds later, Tristan Davis pushed open the door and strode over, scanning Emily from head to toe. His brow furrowed. “They didn’t do anything to you, did they?”

Emily tugged lightly at the IV taped to her hand, sounding perfectly calm. “What could possibly happen to me? Don’t worry.”

Tristan pressed on. “What did you two talk about? Isabella looked furious when she left.”

Of course Emily wasn’t about to tell Tristan the real story. “Just some questions. Nothing important. Isabella never liked me anyway, so that’s just her usual attitude.”

Before he could dig any deeper, Emily yawned dramatically. “Ugh, I’m exhausted. I think I need to sleep.”

Tristan suddenly stepped closer, lifting her chin with his knuckle, searching her face intently for a long moment.

She hadn’t noticed anyone else at the time; everything had been a blur.

Tristan poured hot water into a mug. “She was out with a friend who knows Andrew Lane. They all went together.”

Emily didn’t dwell on it, but shot him a teasing look. “Tristan, that girl still hasn’t given up on you, you know. She’s still carrying a torch.”

Tristan shot her an exasperated look and set the mug down on the table with a thud. “You really have the energy for gossip right now?”

Emily grinned. “It’s the juiciest news I’ve heard in days. Of course I have to talk about it.”

Tristan rolled his eyes, then shoved the mug into her hands. “Is that what I’m asking? What I mean is, since you know who drugged you, you should call the police.”

“Get some rest. I’ll handle the police.”